New kid on the block!

Nov 14th, 2009 05:49 PM

The hazy light just at twilight filtered through the streets as the sun had just fallen below the horizen, but its ambient rays kept the sky a rich indigo. Cars passing on the streets were one by one starting to put their headlights on, if they weren't already. Night was approaching; the hours when most business people went home to their warm cosy homes, their wives and husbands, their kids and their pets.

Sitting casually on a Sac Bee newspaper stand, gingerly swinging legs just enough to have the heels touch the metal back covered in graffiti, was a street kid. The dark hoody, baggy and hood up, concealed the owner. One hand rested on a well used and worn skateboard. By all acounts it seemed as though the kid was just hanging out... but at this hour?

**West** · Nov 14th, 2009 10:07 PM

A well built african-american approaches, and gestures towards the newspapers. He looks... more aware than most do at this hour, without the fatigue of a long day spent at work.

"Ay, bafang," he says quietly, "If you bein' intent on lookin' like a Christmas tree, you irie."

Nov 14th, 2009 10:48 PM

The kid doesn't flinch. Doesn't even turn to see who is talking, just keeps looking out from atop the newspaper stand. The fingers on the skateboard seems to wrap in succession a couple of times.

The pause between what the guy says and before a response was given, seemed almost too long...

"Ya say sumpin'"

The voice was definitely female, but had the tone of a street rat; disinterested, hard knocked and down trodden.

**Rosh** · Nov 14th, 2009 11:02 PM

A man with blond hair and a quiet smile tacks a flier the side of a buidling. A clone apears beside it. And another soon after farther down. He moves past the the two talking pedestrians, seeming as if they were no concern.
Wait.
He turns round and looks between the kid in the hoodie and the Jamaican (As evidence by his accent, though Spade wasn't sure). The one seemed familiar, the other pulsed like like thousand dollar stereo.

New kid.

He decides to approach the pair. As Spade does he waves to the Jamaican, thinking fast, searching for a name to match with the face. Club came to mind. "Jammer?" He offers a hand to shake. Jammer probably didn't know him. That was fine Spade only knew Jammer by name. Spade glances to the Pulsing kid and nods to him in greeting. "My name is Spade."

Wait, was he interrupting them? Crap.

Nov 15th, 2009 12:15 AM

The second man had approached and she knew. Knew where he stood, where he came from, it was all apparent. Though the sudden interest did seem awfully disconserting. Calm emotion still was maintained, there were plenty of exits still available. She turned to look at the man...

"Good fo' ya."

Her tone was indifferent, almost irritative but not quite. The deep emerald eyes seemed to squint and drill forward as if trying to figure out why this guy was talking, and to her in particular.

**West** · Nov 15th, 2009 12:19 AM

"Only if you be hearin'," Jammer replies to the hood. He gets his paper and takes a moment to skim it, then looks up at the new arrival.

"We bein' acquainted, mon?" he asks.

I suppose I should state now that if Jammer has Actives, they're Cloaked.

**Rosh** · Nov 15th, 2009 12:37 AM

"No, no we haven't" Spade glances at Dodger. "I'm with the FC, I've been meaning to get a call in to soemone. Though, that has little to do with ya." Spade smiles to Jammer and drops his unshaken hand. Spade liked his club. Great atmosphere.

If Spade recalled corectly, The Rage, and Jammer by extension; was not involved with any Order. This girl was new, How had she dodged the Guardians? That was a useful trick.
Jammer seemed to know her.

Spade had Fliers to tack anyway. He gives Dodger a knowing smile, then backs away. She seemed to want space. He could leave Jammer to his padawan.

Nov 15th, 2009 09:24 AM

As Spade takes a step back, she hops off the newstand, grabs her board and walks around to the front side where the two men were standing. She props her board up with a foot; one twist of the ankle and the board would catch him in the shin or knee.

She didn't know the man who called himself Spade, or what 'FC' was. Maybe he was a cop, or a kid banger, or a drug pusher, or worse.... a social worker.

"Hey mister, got a couple bucks fo' some food?"

she held out her hand.

**West** · Nov 15th, 2009 07:20 PM

Jammer rolled his eyes. Apparently the kid was Miss Independant.

"See you around, mon," he nods to Spade before getting back in his Range Rover and leaving.

**Rosh** · Nov 15th, 2009 11:23 PM

Spade nods to Jammer as he goes. Maybe he wasn't interested? Punk kids. He then turns to Mystery girl and her expectant hand. Spade was all for Charity. But that's not what she needed. He hold his fliers at his side, He would finish that latter.

"I'll buy you lunch. I don't just give people money. Somewhere public. But tell me. What are you doing right now that other normal people can not?"

MSheild(Cloaked) Dodger should roll a Reflexive (Wits/Occ -3) to sense the Cloaked spell with her active Mage Sight :)

Spade brought up the Imago for a shield of pure Mana. A defense against anything this kid might try. Emphasis on the might.
He didn't want to clue her in though. So he took the spell and inverted it. The formula in his mind twisting in on itself. The Shield was defensive. Dodger might (wrongly) see it as a threat.
He had a hunch she was Awakened. Though she might be a nasty cosmic zombie from the Void. That was another possibility. A small one.

New kid on the block!

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